Streets Want That - Starlito, Mista Cain

Lito and Mista

Streets they want that real

Fuck that bullshit

Streets they want that real shit, fuck that bullshit

All my shows like choir rehearal, feel like I’m in the pulpit

Fuck the industry I’m in these streets and bitch I’m hood rich

Got a line of cars in the front yard, smokers knocking for a fix

On Plank Rd at the Texaco wit a 9 piece and a brick

Put my city on, no pity homes if you wanna act like a bitch

9 milli on me play silly homie and I’ll rearrange yo shit

Where was you when it was war time?

I never saw you no where

No man land I was out there, strapped down with them clips

Automatic down for a fuck nigga who won’t get out his element

(What happened to him?) I send up with the pidgeons

Beat the murder trial no evidence got the Smith’n sleeping with the fishes

That’s suicide if you ever think I’m slipping try to come get me

I’m going out with a big blast and a bet a nigga come with me

I’m a don in my city

Doing a drive by in a hemi in yo front lawn with no semi

I don’t need a nigga to vouch for me, I promise I’m wit it

Want a problem?

Better bring Sadam and Osama nem wit ya

I don’t mean no harm but a nigga momma can get it

I still got 50's of (CAIN) It’s a cold game

Never look at niggas the same the way they giving up names

You a rat ain’t shit to explain

The bigger the flame the quicker the change, I’m still in my lane

Red dot free, got a red dot on this bitch and magnificent aim

Free Lil Buck and Lil Dane

Got my feet up on a plane

I’m g’d up on the Main

Roll up while she giving my brain

I got morals that live by

I know you smell the dro odor on me every day I high

Take me straight to the source

Hear the ape in my voice

With this Tec 9 get ya head lined like the front of the Source

Got a bitch she a horse, she like to scream til she hoarse

I got the Tec in the Porsche, if you run up it’s yo choice

Am I strapped up?

Of course

My lil niggas trapping that boy

I’m not with the going back and forth

Except from the trap to the store, and court

Got a couple lawyers retained just for the days it rain

Fuck nigga play with Jermaine and I aim for his brain

Boosie came, Lucci on stage and that old Gucci Mane

I bust my fire before come try me hoe I do the same

Blow a nigga candles out with this lil Ruger flame

Go against that game, you stupid ain’t ya?

Streets they want that real shit

Fuck that bullshit

Lito